After leaving Celadon, I went back to the Elite Four Compound, trying to get back in. After being told for the seventh time (I tried to head butt the guard in the ovaries, but apparently mustached men don’t have ovaries) I wasn’t allowed in the compound, I gave up and sat on a rock close to the Victory Road cave.
How could I have lost? Maybe I wasn’t the Trainer I thought I was. I mean, I had lost to my worst enemy! I was pathetic. I was ready to call it quits and throw my suit in the river. Before stripping, I had an amazing idea.
I was going to become a rapper. It was perfect! I already had no self-respect, and I did find myself to be the best out of all the land. That’s what this entire quest to be the best was about (that and those Pokemon things, but no one cares about those.) Although, I may have just been going through my wacky antics to impress Kate (even if I didn’t tell her I was leaving), but that seems very unlikely.
I walked up to the guard, and asked him to pass me a notebook and a pencil. Giving me his, I returned to the rock.
I was going to write Haikus.
My mom keeps my money
In her bank to help me go.
… Fucking birthing girl.
Purple beat me on
Tuesday night. He punched me.
I’m flabbergasted.
Kate will not pick up
Her phone to talk to me. Damn
Johto lesbian
Wang Chung kicked you.
Your jaw is definitely broke.
I pooped on your throat.
I don’t like catching
Pokemon. They all just suck.
These Haikus are bad.
Cyan Gitors
PS: I’m just gonna rap.
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